A/N: Trigger Warning! This chapter alludes to rape/sexual assault. Nothing is explicitly stated or described in detail, but please proceed with caution.
It seemed like an eternity before a kitchen maid came to tell me dinner was ready. I hastily went to inform Percy. I rushed to his room and knocked on his door.
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A voice lazily called out after I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Lucius, sir! Dinner is ready."
"Ok! I'll be there in a minute. Start without me!"
I didn't know what he meant by "start without me" but I assumed he wanted the food out on the table by the time he got there so I ran back to instruct the staff to do just that.
I was waiting to the left of Percy's chair with a pitcher of water when a 17-year-old boy walked up to the table and paused. It took everyone a second to realize Percy had reverted to his 17-year-old form. I thought it was a little strange to suddenly be older than him. Or at least to appear older than him.
I was getting concerned when he wouldn't sit down. He just stood there staring at the place setting with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I thought it might be because I needed to pull out the seat for him so I set down the pitcher and walked over to pull out the chair. He still didn't sit down.
"Why isn't the rest of the table set?"
"Oh... sorry, sir. I... uh... was unaware you were inviting guests," I said carefully. I didn't want to sound accusatory or anything.
"Guests?" he exclaimed. He had an even more confused expression this time as he looked at me.
I thought it best to remain silent. When in doubt, let those above you speak. They usually tell you what you're doing wrong. It's better than saying the wrong thing and getting in trouble. At least, that's what I was taught.
"Didn't Abrax write a book or something explaining how I like things to be run? He told me he wrote a book."
"Yes, he did, sir."
"Well... umm... didn't you read it?"
"No, I haven't, sir."
"..."
"..."
"Are you going to read it?"
"I can't, sir," I try to explain, but the words fall short of my mouth.
"Why not?" he asked genuinely confused.
"It's locked in the family safe, sir."
"Alright (1) stop ending each sentence with 'sir' and (2) can't your family open the safe then?"
"No, we don't have the key."
"Ok... umm... Do you know where the key is?"
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